Poems


(Lynn STONE) #1

Sometimes life is so sad that you need to know that there are others who feel the same as you do.

Recently we lost one of the cats we’d taken in to rehome. She’d had such a sad time, only to die of a tumour that was bleeding out. My vet sent me this poem, as she knows that I am the biggest softy going! perhaps you have some more happier ones?? I dedicate this one to Simone.



If
it should be………….



If it should be that I grow frail and weak,

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then you must do what must be done,

For we know this last battle can’t be won.



You will be sad. I understand

but don’t let grief then stay your hand,

For this day, more than the rest,

your love and friendship must stand the test.



We’ve had so many happy years,

what is to come can hold no fears.

Would you want me to suffer? So,

When the time comes, please let me go.



Take me where my needs they’ll tend,

only stay with me to the end,

and hold me firm and speak to me,

until my eyes no longer see.



It is a kindness that you do to me,

although my tail its last has waved,

from pain and suffering I have been saved.



Do not grieve; it should be you,

who must decide this thing to do.

We’ve been so close, we two these years,

don’t let your heart hold any tears.





(Lynn STONE) #2

It is lovely Chrissie, I must find a happy one before I run out of tissues too!
It really is good to know that I’m not the only soppy, tearful one around!


(Chrissie Ott) #3

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see you were crying. You found it hard to sleep.
I mewed to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “It’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried to let you know that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday,
To say to you with certainty “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning and say
“Goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.


(Chrissie Ott) #4

The Rainbow Bridge

By the edge of a wood, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back.
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

For just at that instant, their eyes have met,
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side by side, they cross over… together.


(Chrissie Ott) #5

That’s beautiful, Lyn… I needed several tissues to get to the end.

I received a couple of lovely poems when my beloved Murphy took his final trip to the vet. Soon as I stop sniffling I’ll type them up and post them on here.